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Monday, January 28, 2013

Hey everyone, the year's off to a very busy but promising start, so I'll just cut to
the news and not babble too much this time.

Just before the holidays, the Predators
and Editors Poll was opened, and the best of 2012 were voted on for two weeks.
In the author category there were 75 nominations, and many of them very popular
and well known authors - to my utter amazement I won the poll and was named Best
Author of 2012.

I've also decided to extend my work range
a bit this year and to that end, I have joined the staff at Coffeetime Romance,
so you'll be seeing me popping up there from time to time, as well. I have a
very cool new page there now:

I have a new release coming out on
February 1st called Reckless Assignation. This will be my third
release with Ellora's Cave, and it's a brand new version of an older story from
years back. Here's a quick look at it:

Blurb:A haunted and abandoned hotel on
Halloween is the setting for a very private party between two lovers, one of
them a world-class, sophisticated intelligence operative who’s trying to teach
his young and innocent lady that curiosity can sometimes take you places you’d
be better not to go. Amid elaborate trappings meant to scare and entice, Rick’s
seduction takes some unexpected but wickedly wonderful twists. But, Rick also
has a lesson to learn, when his past collides with his present, and almost
destroys everything he cherishes most.

Reckless Assignation

A Romantica® erotic romance from
Ellora’s Cave

The old hotel was
eerie in the approaching darkness and she was finding it difficult to hold on to
her resolve to do this without calling Rick. There’d been a weird message on the
machine when she got home—something about discovering a secret she needed to
know. The voice had sounded slightly familiar, although she couldn’t quite
pinpoint why. There’d also been just enough mystery in the vague words to arouse
her interest. The entire situation—the call and her coming here to this
deserted hotel—reminded her of something she’d heard of once, but her efforts to
pull it from memory hadn’t been remotely
successful.

She should know
better than this.

She couldn’t escape
the twinge of conscience that reminded her how often she played out of her
league. When her father had retired from the Agency and started his own private
investigation business, he’d thought his daughter would be safe from the ghosts
of his violent past. More than once, though, Cinthya had paid for the deeds and
decisions of Joshua Bradley’s previous career. This could well be another such
setup, and here she was walking right into it. All she had in the way of
consolation that she wasn’t about to get herself killed, kidnapped or worse was
the deeply rooted intuition that this wasn’t what it appeared. The vague sense
of familiarity she felt gave a small sense of
security.

Her relationship
with Rick wasn’t a point of reassurance either in the creaking darkness of the
forsaken hotel. There were people who knew him and his reputation, and often it
was a point of protection, but here that was irrelevant. It was with Joshua’s
very reluctant blessing that his twenty-year-old daughter had stepped
into a loving relationship with his business partner, the shadowy, sophisticated
and lethal Rick Leighton. The ten-year age difference was only the first
objection her father had voiced when Cinthya had been forced by her own
conscience to open up to him—conscience and the undeniable need to share her
happiness with the other important person in her
life.

Rick’s recent
decision to leave Bradley’s Private Investigations and reenter the life of an
active Company operative set up an entirely new array of potential dangers for
Cinthya. It was a risk she was more than willing to take, but not something that
lessened the worry from her father and Rick.

Cinthya couldn’t
help but wonder what Rick or her dad would have to say about her accepting a
cryptic message to meet an unspecified contact—alone—in an abandoned building.
Was she being deliberately stupid or was she actually safe? Damn! She couldn’t
decide. Instinct and good sense were at war here.

She leapt back in
fright when something clingy and featherlight brushed against her face. With a
cry of disgust, she batted away the filmy cobwebs and peered into the shadowy
stairwell. She was on the second floor, which mean she only had one more flight
to climb. Then she’d have to find room 313.

Against her will,
some of the things she’d heard about this old wreck of a building began to pop
into her head. Some people claimed the Mayfair Hotel was haunted, and those who
lived in the area could tell endless stories about “sightings” and other
mysterious events in the ancient edifice... Read more here: http://www.ellorascave.com/reckless-assignation.html

I've also been setting up a lot of new
places to be found - like I'm not all over the place now, I know. So, you can
check these pages out if you'd like to take a peek:

Found a rather awesome review of my
fantasy novel, as well - this one is only now available in eBook format at all
the big retailers: A 4.5 ribbon review is amazing,
check it out HERE

Also, my last release
was my second Duet with the lovely and talented Brigit Aine - we decided to
bring a little Christmas Magic to life and chose to write a set of connected
stories with a common gift as the link between the generations.

Connected by several generations of
family tradition, a gift originally given back in 1878 finds its way into the
hands and heart of the newest addition to the Hamilton family. The silver bell
earrings are an heirloom blessed by love, and once again the magic of the
holiday combines with the magic of the heart to unite lovers touched by
Destiny.

A Second Chance by Denysé
Bridger

(Historical Western romance)

Blurb:Enroute back
to his home in Montana, Joshua Hamilton is bushwhacked and left for dead. As
stubborn as he is strong, Josh makes his way to the nearest homestead, and meets
Sara Grant. Left alone after travelling to reside with her brother and his wife
only to lose them to illness, Sara nurses Joshua back to health, all the while
trying to deny the tender awakening of love. As the holiday approaches, danger
arrives to threaten the future they haven't even begun to
share.

A Christmas for
Beginnings by Brigit Aine

(Contemporary erotic)

Blurb: Stephanie is
worried that starting over, by moving to Wyoming to work for a guy she's never
even talked to, might be a bit extreme. Cole doesn't know what to expect from
his new cook, but he hopes to take some of the work load off his mom. Together,
they learn that fate is at work, and with a little Christmas Magick, all will be
well.

And, for the Facebook fans, I'm
writing a novel with a partner - but doing it in a group as a "live" project. If
you'd like to watch it unfold and interact with the characters, please join us
here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/NewYorkMinutes/

Last bit of news for this month is
also very good. As some of you know, I had a short novella published with Noble
Romance a few years back, but only the one title was ever submitted to them.
I've recently renewed my relationship with Noble, and I am hoping that my first
new novel of the year will be contracted with them over the next month or so. My
goal this year has been to focus on novels - I have three planned, with a
possible fourth outlined and waiting. There will be fewer releases this year,
but I hope most of them will be longer and better books that everyone will
enjoy. I've also signed on to be part of a special new line with Ellora's Cave,
and that story is tentatively being called "Spice and Gypsy Magic" and promises
to be a lot of fun! I've also been commissioned by XoXo Publishing to write a
story called Jackpot City which will be part of a very special sponsorship
project - so if you like a little James Bond thriller, you will probably love
this novella, as well!! More details soon!

May your days be Blessed with happy hearts
and fulfilled dreams - today and always. See you again soon - and thank you all
for your continued support and interest.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Hi Denyse, thanks for having me as a guest
here today! I’m very excited to be here and to talk about my newest release, Tempestuous [Incessant Passions 2]. This
is the 2nd book in the Incessant Passions series, with the first
book, Impetuous being released on
January 10th. I hope everyone
likes it! Now without further adieu, here is my new baby, Tempestuous…

BLURB

Michelle Englehurst finally has her dream job working in a
tropical paradise doing what she loves. A routine day at work proves to be more
than what it seemed. Her new client Brad Conrad is charming, handsome, and
causes a reaction in her like no other man has.

Brad is on a forced vacation by his father, who claims he’s
overworked. Begrudgingly, he takes his sabbatical with no intention of enjoying
himself. A chance encounter with a woman he can’t get out of his mind changes
Brad’s workaholic ways. He finds himself extending his trip and doing
everything in his power to spend more time with her.

For days and then weeks the two of them walk a fine line of casual
friendship to lascivious intentions. With time working against the two, they
are faced with two choices, take a chance or throw caution to the wind and be…tempestuous.

Her soft and sweet voice begging him was his undoing. He should have been slow and gentle. He should have eased himself inside her entrance with care and patience. There were a million things he should have done, but in that moment in time, he failed at them all.

In one thrust, he slid inside her. The tightness he felt around his finger was nothing compared to the intensity he felt as her pussy clenched around his cock. He shouted in both pleasure and pain as his dick throbbed and his balls drew up tight. His orgasm was just lingering beneath the surface, threatening to come if he dare moved.

Her insides were trembling as the walls of her pussy squeezed onto his cock, pumping him. He was completely lost to the slick vise which held him so intently. She was in control, and he was her prisoner. Nothing else mattered as the outside world as he knew it floated away.

He wasn’t even aware his eyes were shut until he felt the gentle tickle of her fingertips raking his stomach. His vision was blurry when he first blinked and tried to focus his gaze on her. After a few attempts he could see her clearly. Her eyes were swimming and looked like there was a dangerous storm of the richest dark chocolate swirling around inside them.

No longer did she look nervous and uncertain. Now she looked magnificent. Better than magnificent, she looked stunning. Her hair was haphazardly lying around her face and landed in a tangled mess against the pillow under her head.

Her plump and delicious lips that he had kissed only a few times, but already knew so well, were pursed together in a silent moan of pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed, her nipples turgid, and they looked like they could be made of stone. The way they stood at attention just like his cock. He knew how wrong he was, how sweet those rosy colored nubs tasted while he worked them in his mouth with his tongue and between his teeth.

The thought made him crave to taste her somewhere else, somewhere he was snugly nestled inside. Even though he would probably give up his life’s fortune to taste the sweet juice of her pussy, he wasn’t leaving from where he was. She made his cock feel too damn good with the sweet anguish her tight channel was causing. The pleasure far outweighed the pain of trying to hold back.

She whimpered and flexed her hips, obviously trying to get him to move with her. Fuck, he was barely holding on as it was. If he moved even a little, if he allowed her compact, little pussy to caress his cock, if only for a second, he was a goner. He forced himself to regain control. He hadn’t been this helpless to a woman’s pussy since he was sixteen years old.

Shit, he was pissed at himself. Please her, damn it! Make her feel good! You finally have her, so don’t be a selfish prick and get off before she does.

She continued to move her hips. Her head was moving from side to side against the pillow. Her focus was no longer on him as she tried desperately to work his dick in and out of her.

The slight motion she was able to create was bringing that familiar itch he knew all too well. It crawled through his insides, poking at every nerve ending in his body, screaming to him to fuck her until he no longer felt the agony of holding on.

He refused to give in to it yet. With a shaky hand, he slid his finger through the moist folds of her pussy. Her clit, already swollen, was easy to find, and as he barely touched it, her whole body shook and she screamed.

Her shriek was unlike anything he had ever heard. The way her body bucked under the tiniest, little touch made her look like some sort of mythical creature sent down from the heavens to teach the world how glorious sex could be. His balls cursed him for making them hold on when he was so close.

With increased pressure, he circled her clit once again then flicked his thumb on the center of it, paying special attention to the throb he could feel emanating from it. She was close, so close he forgot about his own agony and focused on her, needing to watch and see her fall under his ministrations.

“Come for me, baby. Now.”

He somehow channeled the energy of a thousand men as he worked her clit into a frenzy, and she writhed, bucked, and moaned as her head shook violently from side to side until finally, in one moment of splendor, she screamed his name.

Then he felt it.

Hot fluid, which could only be described as hot molten lava, poured over his cock, coating him and carrying him on a wild ride of pleasure. Her pussy clenched, squeezed, and pumped around his dick in a wave of euphoria.

“Fuck.”

He bit out the curse as his balls told him to go to hell because they were no longer capable of holding back. Instead, they were going to get lost in the sensation and find release in her. With a fierce grip, he grabbed onto her sides and jerked his hips uncontrollably as his restraint broke and the first spurts of his cum finally broke free, filling his condom.

Nicole Morgan Bio:

Nicole
Morgan is a multi-published author of erotic romantic novels, which more often
than not have a suspenseful back story. Erotic romance mixed with a good
old-fashioned whodunit. While she's written everything from contemporary to
paranormal her leading men will more than likely be wearing a uniform of some
kind. From military to police officers, she has a love for writing about those
who protect and serve. From her very first novel (which turned into a four book
series) about Navy SEALs to her more recent releases you will be sure to find a
few twists and turns you were not expecting.

In
additional to her books, Nicole also has a recurring column called, "Sex
and the Single Woman" in BT Showcase's online eMagazine. Also, she has recently partnered up
with three of her author friends and became Four
Seduced Muses, a
blog dedicated to the steamier side of romance.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

How long have
you been writing? I’ve been writing since I was a kid. Poems and short
stories. But, I’ve only been writing “seriously” for the last three years.
I wish I hadn’t waited so long. Although, had I started sooner, I might
not have had the necessary skills to pull a short novel together.

How long have
you been a published author? My debut novel, Araya’s Addiction, released January 11, 2013. So, this is completely
new and exciting for me! Woo Hoo!

What titles do
you have available? So far, only Araya’s Addiction.

What made
you choose the subject of this book? The idea for the story smacked me in
the brain while visiting my mother a few months ago. I was so excited
because I really felt like it would be fun to write and would work great
as an erotic paranormal romance title.

Do you have
any new titles coming soon? Hopefully! I’m currently working on the second
story in the world of Sempires. Araya’s sister, Valia, will be the heroine
of that story. She is so much fun. So is her hero. By the way, “Sempires”
are a female species of demon who require semen to live. :-)

What is your
favourite genre and why? I love paranormal romance - erotic or not. There
is something about the paranormal that turns my crank. Add some sizzling
sex and a happily ever after to that and I’m thrilled.

What, to you,
is the most exciting part of the writing process? It depends on my mood
when you ask me. In general, I’d say the most exciting part, as well as
the most difficult part is completing the first draft. Even if the first
draft is rough (my first drafts are very rough), there is a satisfying
feeling of accomplishment when you finish that last sentence. You know you
have some holes to fill in but you’ve done it. You’ve written a
(hopefully) cohesive and entertaining story. Fill in the holes and polish
that sucker and you’re ready to submit it. That is super exciting for me.

If you could
co-author a book with anyone, who would you choose and why? Ew. I really
don’t think I could co-author a book with anyone. It would annoy me too
much if we disagreed on a scene or the tone or whatever and I’d get all
control-freakish. I reserve the right to change my mind though.

When Kean wakes up naked, collared and locked in a cell,
he knows thinking with his dick has finally gotten him into trouble. Kean, part
Incubus, enjoys scorching and frequent sex. One night, he finds himself a
prisoner forced to help a Sempire rescue her daughter from certain death.

To gain his freedom, Kean must provide Araya with his
semen to save her life, but she refuses it, even though the lust between them
is undeniable. Determined to escape and to help Araya, Kean ups the stakes and
forces Araya into a situation that makes it impossible for her to continue
refusing him. Feeling betrayed, Araya enacts a scheme to get Kean out of her
life. Her best laid plans may awaken emotions that will bind them to each other
forever.

And here’s an excerpt from Araya’s Addiction.

Kean’s body ached in ways he’d never experienced—a burning, piercing
agony. A groan escaped his lips as a cooling sensation comforted his neck, then
his brow. He struggled to remember what he’d done to make himself feel so
horrible. Had he pulled a massive drunk and this was the worst hangover of his
life?

“Are you awake?” A small, feminine voice asked.

Wait. Had he brought a female home with him? No. He didn’t bring
females to his home. He went to theirs so he could get out when he wanted. He
must be hung over at his latest conquest’s home. Why couldn’t he remember
anything? He struggled to open his eyes. Damn things felt glued together.

He growled as soon as his eyes focused on the frail female bent over
him and the memories flooded back to him. What the hell had happened? What had
the demon done to him? And wait, why was she wiping him down with a damp cloth?

“What’d you do to me?” he croaked.

Her eyes widened. “Nothing,” she said in a small voice, the weakness
in it unmistakable.

“Bullshit.” He tried to sit up but his head pounded and spun so he
stayed down.

“You’ll feel better soon. Just don’t try to hurt me again.” She stood
on shaky legs and ambled to the bed where she selected a pillow and brought it
back to where he lay. She wore nothing but a short green satin robe. She helped
him lift his head enough to slide the pillow under and then placed the damp
cloth across his forehead.

The small effort she’d made seemed to have exhausted her. She sat on
the floor a couple feet from him, knees pulled to her chest, her chin resting
on her knees and her breathing strained. He could snap her in half with two
fingers.

“What’s your name?” she asked him.

He ignored her question. “Shouldn’t you be scared right now?”

Her lips lifted at the corners. “Scared of what? A helpless, naked man
laid out on my floor?”

Oh yeah. He forgot he was naked. Hell, she could at least look a
little embarrassed. But helpless? Him? Hell no. His male pride forced him to
stand even though every muscle in his body screamed in protest, and his head
felt as if an ice pick was being shoved into his gray matter. He swayed on his
feet, but damn it he’d stay standing if it killed him. “Kean.” He answered her
earlier question through gritted teeth.

She clucked her tongue as she stood. To his satisfaction, she also
swayed, although he didn’t know why.

“I’m Araya. Why don’t you have a seat before you fall?” she suggested.
“I think I’ll do the same.” She moved to the bed and lay on her side facing
him.

He chose the chair closest to him, not because it looked most
comfortable, but because he felt he would collapse at any second.

Again he asked, “What did you do to me?”

She sighed. “It’s the collar. As long as you don’t try to harm me or
my family, you won’t experience that pain again.” She frowned. “You’re stronger
than the others. They were out for at least an hour. You were only out for
fifteen minutes.”

Others? How many others had Talith brought here? And why? The girl was
not a goddess like Talith, but she wasn’t so unattractive that no man would
submit to her without being abducted and collared. And her eyes… The golden
color mesmerized him. He would fuck her if the circumstances of their meeting
were different. He should have known mother Sempire wouldn’t leave him alone
with her daughter totally unprotected.

“What’s wrong with you?” He didn’t give a shit, but he needed to
gather all the information he could.

She grimaced. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me. I’m the one who was abducted, collared and locked
in this room with you.”

“I’m sorry about that,” she said. The sincerity in her voice surprised
him. “My mother is determined to help me.”

Saturday, January 5, 2013

HAPPY NEW
YEAR’S! I want to thank my host today, who has graciously allowed me to be a
guest on her blog. I’m a grandma, otherwise known as Tory Richards, who writes
smut, otherwise known as erotic romance. I have 15 published books but I’m here today
to plug my second self-published book, a short erotic romance between an
ex-Texas Ranger and a plus-sized model. Warning… it’s hot! I’m talking up against the wall sex that will leave you
breathless, and hungry for more. And probably a little in love with the sexy hero.
A
Perfect Fit came out today, on Amazon Kindle. Below is a brief blurb
and excerpt intended for mature, over the age of 18, readers.

Blurb – An ex-Texas Ranger is hired to protect a
beautiful plus-sized model from a possible serial killer! They mix like oil and
water but in bed, their uncontrolled passion ignites an inferno! Can their obsession
for one another turn into something deeper?

Excerpt:

“Well, before I can
get dressed, I have to undress.” Normally Marissa would have called for an
assistant. She sashayed up to Beau. “I need help, cowboy. Can you please unlace
me so I can get out of this thing?” She presented her back to him, then lifted her
hair out of the way and waited, holding her breath. She had to admit, the
thought of his eyes roaming over her body made her hot.

There was
the slightest of hesitations before she heard his low drawl, “Yes ma’am.”

Warm
breath tickled the fine hairs at the back of her neck, sending shivers down her
spine. She felt the graze of his knuckles against her flesh, and was surprised
at how proficiently his fingers worked at undoing the laces that held her
corset closed. It wasn’t long before Marissa felt the bodice give way, and then
she was able to take in a deep breath again. When she felt Beau’s hands at the
small of her back, she knew he was almost done. Then he sucked in his breath,
and hesitated. Marissa smiled, knowing why.

“Is that
an order, darlin?” His tone seemed a little raspy.

He was
referring to the tattoo she had across the top of her buttocks. Fuck me hard and fast. She’d done it on
a dare. Realizing where his gaze was turned her hotter.

The vixen
inside her prompted her into leaning closer to him. She glanced over her
shoulder and made eye contact. “More like a…suggestion.” Their gazes held.
Marissa couldn’t believe how brazen she was acting. But she was suddenly horny
beyond belief, and something about this big Texan got her juices flowing.

A tick
appeared in his clean-shaven jaw. “Something tells me you like shocking people
Miss Lambert.”

Miss
Lambert? So he was determined to keep it business between them. His way of
remaining professional. Interesting.
She was more determined than ever to break down his self-control, and as his
hands continued what they were doing Marissa let her hair fall.